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Blog of all things Jeanne, Rene, Erin & Lauren.
Follow the wacky adventures of an ex-Canadian, an ex-New Yorker, their two cute little girls, and their faithful dog Jake as they move from California to Georgia.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

I am not a bread maker (maker, baker, whatevah). I have a bread making machine that I've used from time to time, but I don't think that counts. The idea of really making bread always seemed a bit time consuming and intimidating. I've read articles over the last year or two about the no-knead bread craze. I never thought about making it. Then recently in The New York Times, I read about the faster no-knead bread in Mark Bittman's Minimalist column.

And here we are on a day off from school and I thought, what the heck. I had my doubts. My assistant was Miss Lauren. She did the mixing, and although the recipe said the dough would be "shaggy", parts looked downright unmixed. Then I realized the pot I had was not as big as the recipe required. But we carried on.

I took it out of oven, sliced a slice and WOW, it was great! I mean really good! I mean great! Nice crunchy crust and soft tasty bread inside.

Now, a day later, and it's still good. The bottom of the bread was a little tough, but I'm guessing since I didn't have the right pot to bake it in I did not achieve absolute bread making perfection. But I came close. For a first time breadmaker (with a four year old doing most of the work), I'd say that's not bad.

Next I'll try the whole wheat version.

The only problem is I need more yummy carbs like a need a hole in the head.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Friday, May 09, 2008

So I come home for lunch, and am sitting down at the kitchen table, eating some of that leftover chicken.

Daisy is out on the deck. Something catches my eye....its 2 incoming crows flying at 60 miles an hour flying in to steal my chicken. They slam into the kitchen window, and immediately drop dead on the deck.

They fall on either side of daisy, both quite dead. Daisy yelps in mortal fear, and leaps backwards, keeps glancing around fully expecting to see more dead birds being hurled at her.